We had a lovely dinner at Ivar's Pier 54 (where I happened to buy a souvenir t-shirt).
Then we got back to our rental van. Guess whose suitcase was the only thing snagged, out of fifteen passengers'? Imagine the look of disappointment on the thief's face upon opening the suitcase of a frugal and hopelessly unchic 45 yo woman.
While the huckers and poppers hucked and popped on Saturday, I shopped (wearing my Ivar's t-shirt and yesterday's pants).
Costco, it turns out, sells suitcases, pajamas, underwear and socks. Spandex cotton underwear? I'm a convert.
Joe's Sporting Goods had Columbia jeans and fancy t-shirts on sale. A Safeway run for toiletries, and I was good to go, a happy woman.
Great Ultimate was played, although not a lot of games won by the good guys.
By Sunday afternoon, sleeping on the cold wet ground had become the priority for the kids, beating out M&Ms, cheering on one's teammates, listening to award ceremonies.
We flew home Sunday night (too, too late), happy but completely exhausted.
Wednesday and Thursday were extraordinarily stressful days at work (although I did wear the scarf on Thursday...that was a high point). Craft-free evenings. Evenings spent grousing to my family and watching Stewart and Colbert and taking to bed at 9:00pm.
And we're full circle back to Friday.